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кєι ❤ тιмe ѕтαɴdѕ ѕтιll ([info]lunareuphoria) wrote in [info]raisemeup,
@ 2008-02-29 02:19:00

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『praising』[info]lovemedead
About a year and a half ago, I had a friend who I had given the nickname 'Momma' too and around a year ago, something happened...our friendship ended and that nickname, Momma, had lost all of its sincerity and its true meaning. That person who I had called Momma just...destroyed it for me.

That was, however, until I met Kristen. When we first met, we didn't talk too much. I already thought she was a wonderfully talented person, and as we got to talking more frequently, I learned that she was brilliant, like a sister and a mother...that nickname again. I was almost afraid that the name just held too many bad memories...but Kristen...she was different. She acted motherly, nuturing and caring, always concerned for your well-being. She was the 'Momma' I was looking for.

And she became Krissy-Momma.

She acts more like a mother then that person who had given the name its bitter taste. She's always offering a listening ear, a helping hand...nothing is too much for her. She'd made me countless layouts, graphics, she's written me beautiful letters that I look forward to...she does so much for me and I feel like what I do isn't as much as what she does for me. My Krissy-Momma is elegantly amazing, truthful and talented...she's someone I really look up to.

She feels I praise her too much, she thinks that I think way too much of her; not possible. I can't think enough of her. I'm truly blessed to know her and I will praise her until I'm blue in the face...and it's still not enough. I mean, the layout for this very community was made by her...colored by her...coded by her. She's done so much for me...and she expects me not to want to sound the trumpets of her greatness, of her Momma-ness. ♥ I hope to meet her one day, because I want to make her feel as special as she truly is.

Krissy-Momma, you are one of my truest and best friends and I really don't want you to doubt that or forget it. You're my Rika, my Aya...You think you're plain and have no special qualities...you do. You love...you do more than a lot of people in the world do. You love, you understand and you care...♥ Never change, Krissy-Momma, okay? Never. I love ya, sweetheart. ♥ And again, thank you so so much for making this community beautiful with your creation.



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